I screamed in ecstasy. Thudding and trashing, shaking and slobbering tears and spitting out grateful nonsense through my barren throat. I was hers. A ...hing not claimed through coercion. Her pet. Something to be owned and possessed.Like her, only lesser, but so much more than human. The real torment came after she flooded both of my well-worn orifices with cum, the steaming spray oozing down my thighs like a thick and burning wax. Delirious, drunk on sex and pain, everything then faded, stopping. He pulled one of the chairs a bit away from the table and sat down in it. He did not speak, but she knew what she was supposed to do. So, with shaking hands, she untied and removed her apron, and pulled down and stepped out of her white panties. Her red polka dot dress and red heels she left on. He still did not speak, but beckoned her with his finger, just once. She walked to him and laid down over his lap, already starting to cry a little. The pain would be bad, but knowing she had displeased. We kissed and felt each other, as I slipped my cock in and out of her, Sandy moaned with pleasure grabbing her arse I drove deep, Sandy cried out begging for more, softly biting her neck it seemed to turn Sandy into an absolute cock hungry slut, wrapping her legs around my waist she demanded a hard fucking just pure sex, my movement quickened as I drove my cock deep into her pussy.Sandy groaned loudly as I pounded my cock in and out of her pussy, Sandy dug her fingers into my arse making sure I. He breaks the kiss, looking longingly into her eyes. “Brooke,” John catches her wrist in his hand slowly pinning it to the dripping wall behind her. He rubs his hard cock, against her smooth shaven pussy, watching as she shudders and looks up at him blushing. He releases her wrist, to run his fingers through her auburn hair, kissing her roughly, and lifting her leg up to his hip. “Yes, baby, please..” Brooke pleads with her husband, whimpering, and shuddering as he teasingly rubs his cockhead.